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rue Dec 2019
i’ve got racing stripes
              war paint
              scars
                       painted on my body.

they don’t wipe away
they don’t bleach out
they don’t spell out my
                                      name.
                                      poetry begs to be written on them..
                             music begs to make them beautiful..

but all i want to do is to bury them. bury them further and further under my skin until an x-ray machine couldn’t even detect them. i don’t want to see them ever again. just let me get rid of these scars.

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